Colors in the Caves Narrative Essay

It was Spring Break of 2010, the already steamy, hot temperatures of the Southern air rising despite the full blast of the air conditioning blowing through my hair as we drive through the seemingly never-ending desert of Arizona. My family, consisting of four, is headed toward Picacho Peak to take on the strenuous 6.2-mile hike along the Sunset Vista Trail. We pull up to the Sunset Vista Trail Head parking area, our medium-sized Camelbaks having already been packed somewhere along the 1,060 miles of flat, boring road, we start up the trail with the sun beating down our backs. Automatically, I fall in step with my long-legged brother while my sister gratefully stays behind with our mother, adopting a preferred slow, steady pace. The sun is bright, the jagged rocks and occasional stream receiving its pale, yet blinding reflection. My brother and I make a good team; he supplies the food while I supply the water, all the while sharing laughs and memories, memories that I will later on think to be my last. After a couple hours, the scalding sun is taking on its inevitable journey toward the western horizon, being replaced with the cool breeze of the moon. My brother and I decide to take a refueling break on two enormous rocks after four hours of walking in the moonlight. “Here, take my Camelbak,” I say, “I’m going to the bathroom.” I take my flashlight as I walk off the trail for two minutes, keeping track of the monotonous rocks and brush I pass by. When I am finished, I start to head back towards our temporary resting place. Passing the familiar rocks, I crouch down to inspect with my LED flashlight a peculiar zigzag shape on the ground. Tracing my finger along the sharp edges of the shape, I realize it’s a narrow fracture in the ground, leading to a larger web of intricate fractures that rest just under my feet. Just then I hear a whisper of rushing water. Before I have time to react to the sudden realization that the ground could collapse from under my feet, I...

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Name: ATIYA SALEEM
ROLL NO: 10-SE-19(M)
SUBJECT: TECHNICAL REPORT WRITTING
SUBMITTED TO: SIR KASHIF
TOPIC: MY SECRET TALENT
DATE: 26-11-2012
MIRPURE UNIVERSITY OF SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY (MUST) A.J&amp;K
MY SECRET TALENT
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Narrativeessays must be typed, double spaced using 12 point font with a 1 inch margin. Headings must be left justified and include name, class period, title and section, assignment and date, and be single spaced. Titles must be centered, and triple spaced between text body. Page numbers are in the upper right hand corner, but not on first page. Attach rubric to back of paper.
Area 1
Ideas and Content: (total points possible 12)
_____ focuses on a specific experience or time in the writer’s life.
_____ presents and appealing picture of the action and the people
_____ uses dialogue and sensory details
_____ makes the reader want to know what happens next
Area 2
Organization: (total points possible 8)
_____ has a beginning, a middle, and an end
_____ pulls reader into the text with narrative hook
_____ gives events in an order that is easy to follow
_____ uses transition words and phrases to connect ideas
Area 3
Format (total points possible 10)
_____ Has clear introduction, body, and conclusion
_____ Has a clear...